"Fine." Oathran held up a hand. "But if we get caught—"
"We won't get caught."
"—if we get caught, I'm blaming both of you."
"Deal."
Eastiel was already moving. "Let's go, let's go, let's go—"
Arkai caught his shoulder. "Wait. What's the plan?"
"Plan?"
"Plan, Brother. We can't just—"
"I have a plan."
They both turned to Oathran.
He was looking at the opposite gender's dormitory. "I've done this before with Cecilia," he said. "The window on the east side has a loose latch."
His gaze moved to the roof. "The gargoyle on the corner blocks the light from the guard's post. If we go single file, stay low, move between the bells—"
"Between the bells?" Eastiel asked. "Those things are loud."
"They only ring if you touch them. Don't touch them."
"And if I do?"
Oathran looked at him. Smiled.
"Then you're on your own."
Arkai snorted. Eastiel scoffed. "You lied. It's impossible you've done this with Cecilia. She's not the kind of person who would sneak between bells—"
